by Tad

PART C4: Slithering Humans

PREFACE

Real equity will remain continually illusive until humanity comprehends that life exists predominantly in the greyness which separates dark from light. What is fair in one context may be inappropriate in another and vice versa. Life is a balancing game and human preconceptions are prone to misjudgment.

Caution: This story contains graphic abuse of a minor…it is part of studying how context determines propriety…you have been warned!

Also be advised that this is a fairly long study and will meet the basic Archive ‘requirement’ with the tags being seriously accurate. It is dedicated to those who have, for a myriad of reasons, been either denied a choice or silenced.

Finally please note the situations herein depicted could easily be recognizable within any given community. Rest assured any such similarity is purely and absolutely co-incidental. Furthermore if you or your community lacks tolerance for studies that delve into variant human sexualities, the greater wisdom would be to seek other reading material.

CHAPTER 8: PUBLIC PUBIC REVIEW

By the time that Monday afternoon arrived, Jimmie was locked up at the police station for possession of an illegal and loaded firearm. The hypocritical district attorney immediately interjected himself into the case since it concerned a juvenile. When the egotistical bastard learned that Jimmie was also a ‘star’ basketball player, he decided to be as hard-assed as he could and make an example of Jimmie. Super stars, especially younger ones, will be made subservient to the law…no exceptions.

Jimmie was able to at least maintain enough presence of mind to demand a lawyer and shut up. Most kids and many adults find that extremely difficult to do and invariably make matters worse…regardless of whether they’re guilty or not. But because of what was going down in Jimmie’s case, this would ultimately have no effect other than pissing off the district attorney. And the hypocritical bastard remained determined to ram through a quick open and shut case. Then he would seek to make his ‘example’ of Jimmie by doggedly pursuing a sentence of fifty years to life for attempted multiple killings. In the district attorney’s mind, any kid who commits a crime should be subject to the same punishment as an adult…period. It made little difference to him that boys like Jimmie couldn’t vote, drive a car or consent to sex for that matter, they still must be subject to adult punishment. The district attorney even planned on sadistically and relentlessly insisting Jimmie be placed in with the regular adult prison population fully cognizant of the probable outcome of such confinement. The scary part of the matter is that situations just like this happen all too frequently across the country.

Jimmie did receive a lawyer but due the gravity of allegedly bringing a charged weapon into a school, the boy would have to remain locked up until the judge posted bail. Normally a kid like Jimmie would be remanded to juvenile detention but that area was already overfull with less heinous violators for offenses concerning drugs and larceny. So Jimmie, just as Rocky predicted, ended up on the infamous juvenile block in the adult wing.

Because bail had not been set and because Jimmie was a real ‘pretty girlie boy’, he was quickly relocated to a secluded solitary cell. Or at least that was the ‘official’ reason. In truth, it was Rocky’s idea. He and his other cohort guards knew his worth and weren’t interested in having their ‘goods’ damaged. Furthermore the boy’s secluded confinement was inappropriately located within a block of the more serious adult offenders…a fact not disclosed…as that particular location rendered the boy inconspicuously assessable to the guards.

That night Rocky and the guards pulled Jimmie from his cell to perform a public body cavity search on the boyish teenager. They set up a table in the middle of the adult cellblock and the inmates who coughed up the most ‘credits’ to the guards were placed in cells with the best view. This whole scene would be quite illegal of course but it was not an uncommon happening in this unit. The teenagers were handcuffed and never in a position to resist. They were also informed that their families would be in grave danger if they were stupid enough to ever repeat what went on. But because Jimmie was never in trouble, the impact of the whole illegal proceeding would be horrifying beyond his belief.

Jimmie was placed on the table and told to strip. When he refused one of the guards smacked him hard in the stomach knocking the wind out of him. Reluctantly the boy would be forced to comply and slowly removed his prison clothing. From around him he heard loud catcalls and cheering from the inmates as each piece of clothing left his body. He hesitated when it came to his underpants but a sharp prod from a guard behind spurred the boy onward. When the inmates saw he had no pubic hair, they became more raucous than ever screaming about the boy’s smoothness to the entire block. Jimmie was humiliated but the worse was yet to come. They inspected his mouth by shoving something in to keep him from biting them then poked into the back of his mouth till he gagged and nearly threw up. Then they stuck a tube in each nostril again almost causing him to throw up.

His face completed, they went for a more private target. The nude boy was forcibly held face down and bent over the table with his legs spread wide to expose his anus. Then the five guards each took their turn inspecting the boy’s rectum all to the taunts and chants of the watching inmates. The last guard escalated the depravity by spanking the boy several times. Jimmie was reduced to tears. Finally the guards flipped the severely traumatized boy on his back. They forcibly strapped him down and painfully inspected each one of his smallish testicles. Jimmie could only scream in pain through his tears. Then they walked away leaving the teenager to lie naked and exposed to the jeering inmates.

“Hey,” a large gruff inmate hollered to the guards when they returned to put Jimmie back in his cell, “I want his balls. I wanna rip them right off the bitch with my bare hands. I’ll make it worth your while. And you know I can make it happen.”

“Sorry ‘Bubba’, this cunt’s ours,” the guards replied, “besides not even your connections can match what this bitch is worth.”

‘Bubba’ responded by futilely shoving a long arm through the bars of his cell to grab for the small organs. With his other hand, he was openly masturbating. The inmate was just barely out of reach but his creepy attempt threw the boy into utter panic.

The entire search of Jimmie’s nude body, illegally of course, was recorded digitally. A video of a hairless pretty boy facing violating procedure after violating procedure would bring good money on the black market. The search and video complete, Jimmie was shoved back in his cell without his clothes. Those would be tossed in several hours later when the guards were so inclined. Jimmie curled up in a corner shaken and sickened while he tried in vain to put the dehumanizing event out of his mind.

CHAPTER 9: INVESTIGATION

At his school, the inquiry into how and where Jimmie obtained the gun was ongoing. Jimmie would obviously have no idea how the gun came to be in his school bag. He had stayed with Leif that weekend only stopping by his own house that morning to pick up the school bag his mother had washed. Jimmie was rushing and had dumped his schoolbooks…in particular the thick history book, which landed open on the floor. His mother then helped him pick up the books to repack the schoolbag. He arrived at school triggering no alarm at the metal detectors on the way into the building. He was never alone during the day and during lunchtime he was outside with several other students. Jimmie played a game of ‘keep-away’ with his basketball teammates using one of their sneakers. At the bell, the students re-entered the building where Jimmie triggered the alarm. Ultimately opening his thick history book, the school guard found the gun in hidden in a cavity created by cutting out the pages. No one was more surprised than the boy himself.

In his nervousness, Jimmie had not had the forethought, or for that matter, been given the opportunity to really look at the pistol. Otherwise he might have recognized the hand-grip as the object that Lesley had shown him the prior week.

So far only one girl had noticed anyone near Jimmie’s schoolbag during lunch. She thought it was Lesley. Lesley was called in and he showed up with a lawyer.

“You were seen near Jimmie’s books. What do you know about the gun?” the officer queried.

“I don’t know anything about the gun. I wasn’t near his books,” Lesley lied.

“Well the witness says you were doing something with Jimmie’s schoolbag.”

“I wasn’t…but even if I was my fingerprints aren’t on the gun.”

“What makes you think there were fingerprints on the weapon?” the officer replied.

“Well if there weren’t any then Jimmie wouldn’t be in jail,” Lesley shot back.

“Unless you are going to press charges on my client,” Lesley’s lawyer immediately interjected, “this interview is finished.”

Lesley’s lawyer then pulled his client from the room.

At Jimmie’s house the investigating officer was downright nasty…and the mother was thankful that Leif could be there on short notice.

“What kind of mother are you letting your kid carry a loaded gun to school?”

“Officer,” Jimmie’s mother retorted, “that gun was definitely not in his bag when he left here that morning.”

“And how would you know? You spent the weekend vacationing someplace after dumping your kid on some pedophile’s doorstep.”

“Officer,” Leif replied disdainfully, “I really don’t think you have any knowledge of this family’s current difficulties.”

“I know enough to say the whole family stinks,” the officer growled back, “better hope I don’t seek a warrant to search your place, kiddie-kisser.”

The officer inspected Jimmie’s room and took the hard-drive from the family’s computer as he left the house. The hard-drive would ultimately reveal nothing for Jimmie’s time was consumed with schoolwork and basketball. Jimmie’s mother was overwhelmed by the officer’s callousness.

“I have a sick kid, my husband’s overseas and my other son is accused of a serious crime,” she said exasperated, “in the meantime this piece of shit officer thinks I’m on vacation. What the hell’s is that all about?”

“I’d say the officer’s life is an abject failure,” Leif replied.

“Do you think it’s possible Jimmie actually did bring a gun into school?”

“The truth is anything is ‘possible’…but in Jimmie’s case it is definitely and clearly not ‘probable’. It’s already known he did not trigger the alarm on the way into school and that he was never alone, even for a second, to have the opportunity to put a gun in his bag. Furthermore the boy never showed any signs of depression or anger…even when it came to his father having to be away.”

“You know Leif, that’s something I think I need to talk with you about,” the mother began her tone serious, “I never said anything to you before, but the current situation is that my husband has, for a long time, been intentionally avoiding contact with Jimmie. So I was extremely thankful when you began taking an interest in the boy…he definitely needed a ‘father type’ person in his life. My husband, while a good person in very many ways, is unfortunately also quite homophobic. The point is…he has always believed that Jimmie is gay and wants nothing to do with him.”

“But why would he think that of his son?”

“It started when Jimmie was about six years old. He and some slightly older neighborhood children were playing ‘doctor’ out in the garage. Since Jimmie was the youngest, he had to be the ‘patient’ and therefore naked. The other two, a boy and a girl, were…well…umm…probing Jimmie’s backside. This was how my husband by chance found the three of them. He chased the other two away and punished Jimmie with a hard swat. My husband was unbelievable angry and stormed off in his car. He went drinking that night coming home, reeking of alcohol, only after Jimmie had gone to school the next day.”

“But little kids often play ‘doctor’ games. It’s how they learn about themselves.”

“Leif, I understand that…especially after talking with Jimmie about it later. The boy in his innocence was not bothered at all by the ‘doctor game’. What frightened him was his father’s reaction.”

“Did your husband ever say what caused him to be so upset?”

“When he caught them, Jimmie was sexually aroused by the one act my husband considers to be blatantly homosexual…it was something the man could never forget.”

“At six years old, I seriously doubt the kid thought of it in those terms.”

“Either do I but Jimmie was a bit effeminate as a child. Among other things, he’d refuse to go to bed without a multitude of stuffed animals. It all just added fuel to my husband’s self-created perception of Jimmie. So when we needed better health care for our second son, my husband opted for the overseas position…first because of the benefits but also to be away from the ‘gay boy’. His being away did seem to help his perspective but then I made the mistake of sending him a basketball team picture.”

“I’m not sure how that could be a mistake. Isn’t basketball manly enough for him?”

“I thought so,” answered Jimmie’s mother, “after all it was of the team huddled together in a sort of macho sense of camaraderie. My husband saw it as a bunch of fags touching each other. He hasn’t spoken to his son since seeing the photo…and that was almost two years ago.”

“I knew it was a long time but I didn’t think it was two years. I’m almost afraid to ask but what does he think of the current situation.”

“It’s bad Leif…as bad as you can imagine. My husband’s exact words were that ‘since the frustrated little faggot got himself in the mess, he can just get himself out…or he can rot in jail…either way, I’m sure as hell not going to help the damn pervert...’”

“How can he be so sure Jimmie’s guilty…without having all the facts? The investigation isn’t even completed.”

“He sums it up this way…someone probably teased the kid about being a faggot so the boy took a gun to school to prove how tough he is…or to shoot the student that teased him. Either way his father thinks the kid deserves his punishment and should be ‘man’ enough to take it since he was ‘man’ enough to bring the gun to school in the first place. Leif…I’m caught in the middle between the son I love and the man I love…in spite of his phobia. What am I suppose to do?”

“You’re asking my opinion so here it is. In this country, a man is innocent until proven guilty…something I’m sure your husband would agree with if he were in a similar situation. My thinking is that we allow Jimmie to have his day in court if it comes to that. And yes, I will do anything I am able to help make that happen.”

Jimmie’s mother nodded her acquiescence as tears sprang from her eyes.

In the meantime at school, word that a female student saw Lesley near Jimmie’s schoolbag did spread. So a group of three basketball players sought out Lesley hoping that somehow he could help Jimmie out of the situation.

“We heard you were close to Jimmie’s schoolbag last Monday,” Zeke the team’s Point Guard began, “is there anything you may have seen that could help Jimmie?”

“I don’t know why you think I was involved,” Lesley replied, “besides there’s nothing I can do since it was Jimmie’s fingerprints all over that gun.”

“No one said they found Jimmie’s fingerprints,” Zeke replied a bit surprised at this latest information.

“Well they did and the prints were all over the hand grip. The gun was even loaded,” Lesley continued, “so you see it’s pretty clear he’s guilty. You should be happy they caught him before he shot somebody…like maybe even you.”

Zeke’s head was spinning. He had not anticipated hearing this information but he still was not ready to accept his friend Jimmie was guilty. Jimmie had no reason to wield a gun. He was a good spirited kid who had been the ace player on the basketball team. So Zeke pushed on hoping for something…anything.

“Look, we just want you to know this isn’t about us or you. It’s about helping Jimmie. And now I’m going to be real honest with you,” Zeke continued, “I know I haven’t been as nice to you as I should have…and that’s because I’m a jerk. The rest of the team feels the same way about themselves also. The fact is that sometimes it’s just difficult to accept a new player. That’s our fault and we want to apologize.”

“Well it’s good to hear you say it,” Lesley replied, “because I’ve been feeling like the odd man out all season.”

“And I’m going to apologize too,” Kurt the team’s Forward player chimed in, “all we’re asking is that if you know anything please…please say it. Any one of us would be glad to take the fall for Jimmie if we could. If you have any information, even information that would allow me to take Jimmie’s place please tell me so I can.”

“If you feel so strongly about it, why don’t you just tell the school you put the gun in Jimmie’s schoolbag,” Lesley said.

“If I thought that could work, I’d have done it already,” Kurt replied, “but I was home sick that Monday. So you’ll let us know if you remember anything?”

Lesley looked at the Forward for a long moment. If it were possible would he rather have Kurt’s balls instead of Jimmie’s? “No” was the answer that quickly popped into Lesley’s head. This kid had pimples and wasn’t a ‘star’ like Jimmie was. He and the dark skinned Zeke were not, as far as Lesley was concerned, as ‘pretty’. Furthermore, Jimmie was nicest kid on the team, the best player and the former hero. Therefore Jimmie’s balls represented the greatest 'trophy’.

“Sorry guys, I don’t know anything,” stated Lesley in finality and then walked away.

Once Lesley was out of earshot, the Third player who had not spoken asked the other two if they were serious in their apology and would either of them really be willing to take Jimmie’s place.

“Absolutely,” Kurt replied, “we all could do better in tolerance and acceptance department. As for taking the fall for Jimmie…yeah, I would. Not happily of course. But Jimmie’s a better man than I’ll ever be. For him, I’d do it.”

“Me too…in a heartbeat,” Zeke also stated fiercely.

“But I heard that they found the gun hidden inside Jimmie’s original history book,” the Third player continued, “the thinking would be that Jimmie faked losing the book so he could hide the gun inside of it.”

“An interesting premise,” said Zeke, “except I was asking Jimmie about the history assignment during lunchtime that day and he was still using the replacement book then.”

“So that of course raises the question of where the replacement book is now,” the Third player said, “but if Lesley’s correct, with his fingerprints on a loaded gun, it’s kind of hard to conclude that Jimmie is innocent.”

“That’s bullshit,” Kurt retorted, “somehow someone set Jimmie up so that his prints would be on that gun. Then they planted it in his schoolbag by switching history books. That’s what I believe.”

“I’m down with that,” Zeke agreed, “and since this conversation with him, I’m now beginning to have my doubts about Lesley. Exactly how would he have known the gun had fingerprints when no one else did? And how would he know the gun was loaded? The cops don’t let that kind of information out until the investigation is over.”

Note: Continued in Chapter Ten ~ Exposed